“A writer, like a sheriff, is the embodiment of a group of people and without their support both are in a tight spot.”

“The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.”

“He mulled that over. "Sheriff Connally woulda let us shoot 'em."I reached over and took his coffee away from him. "Yep. Lucian probably would have done the job himself, but we're living in more enlightened times." I drained his cup and handed it back with a smile. "Ain't it grand?”

“I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.”

“Yea, verily, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deah, I will live forever. If I don't, I sure as hell won't become an unattended death in the state of Wyoming with sheep shit all over me. - Walt Longmire”

“Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.”

“It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.”